Chapter 239

On the wall on which the bed depends, there are many faint marks, all of which are the same thing Four parallel vertical lines, plus one diagonal line drawn on these four lines.

It's usually a sign used by detainees to count days. If it's Chinese, it's possible to engrave the word "Zheng". However, on the wall in front of it, all the marks are drawn in four vertical and one oblique directions.

"Well There are not less than six people who have engraved marks on the wall... " The blind eye is walking upstream of those traces, reading in the mouth.

It's not difficult to draw this conclusion. Although it's just a carving line, everyone's carving depth, length and angle are different. Moreover, in order to avoid confusion with other people's marks, each person's marks are separated from other people's marks by a certain distance.

"If you want to leave a mark on such a stone wall, you can't do it with your fingernails. You have to have tools." He knelt down on the bed, close to the wall, touched and felt the traces with his palm: "these people use the same thing..." He looked around the room again: "and that thing is not in this room at the moment..." An answer appeared in his mind in a second: "is it cutlery..."

He carefully scanned the walls, ceiling and floor of the whole room All the nicks are on the wall next to the bed, and none of the other places... "

"Suppose they can only get the tableware when they eat, and they must return the tableware and the plate together after eating, otherwise they will be punished in some way." "Then, the time to carve these traces is their dining time..." Feng unconsciously analyzed He also turned his eyes to the marks: "because he sat on the bed to eat, so after eating, did he carve beside..."

"No!" The supposition was denied immediately.

He quickly came to the iron door, first looked out through the upper iron window. The corridor outside the door is covered with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides. The height of the ceiling is slightly higher than that in this room. At the corner between the wall and the ceiling, there is a fluorescent tube in every section. Look out of the cell. There is nothing worthy of attention within the visible range, and the place 20 meters away is dark and indistinct.

After a cursory look for a few seconds, Feng immediately went to the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron door. He almost pasted his face on it, smelled the smell with his nose, touched the edge of the opening with his hand, and licked his fingers Just satisfied to stand up.

"The upper and lower edges of the feeding mouth have been stained with food, indicating that someone is actually using this mouth to deliver food." His eyes were again on the corner furthest away from him, "and the pail for excretion was placed in the corner on the other side of the room..." He went back to the bed. "The prisoner's range of activities clearly covers the whole room You can go to the door to get food, and you can go to the corner on the other side for convenience. If the marks are made of cutlery, they can be engraved on any wall. "

"Then Suppose there is no such thing as tableware... " Feng unconsciously stood up again, stood in the middle of the room, put out a sign action of Shinichi Kudo, holding his elbow in one hand and chin in the other.

He looked at the door as if his eyes were repeating the past. In the picture of brain mending, there is only one bread in the mouth. And a plastic plate with soup.

"Well It's more likely that there's no cutlery. " Feng unconsciously turned his eyes to the marks on the wall: "well, what are these engraved with? And it has to be engraved on this wall... "

The answer is right in front of us.

A flash of light in the brain also brings a smile to the corner of the mouth. He stepped forward and lifted up the sheet and saw what he was looking for.

This bed is a whole. No part can be separated. All four legs were welded to the ground. The bed bracket is completely made of iron, and the bed plate is not a board, but a metal spring wrapped together.

But in these springs. There are several broken ones. Although these metal springs can't be completely pulled away from the bed plate, they can lead the broken end and bend it to the wall for marking.

"No wonder the scores are all on the wall beside the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Because of the pull on the other end of those spring strips, they can't write stably either. They just have to carve a straight line It took five minutes to seal it and speculated about the origin of the score. For him, the process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning and solving problems is simply a pleasure Let him forget the hidden pain in his body.

"There are no windows in this room. You can't see the sunrise and sunset. The people who are locked here have to judge for a few days It has to rely on the senses, the biological clock, and the number of times people outside give themselves food as evidence. " "And it's not easy to find the tool to carve the mark..." He thought: "well It seems that there are far more than six people in this room. But among the many prisoners, there are only six or seven. They are calm in mind, clear in thinking and have not given up on survival. "

"The scores all stop at the ninth path, which means that these people are not here for more than ten days. When they see the traces carved by their predecessors, they should be able to infer On the night of the tenth or ninth day, something is bound to happen. In the current atmosphere, 1% of the probability is to be released, 1% of the probability is to change rooms, and the remaining 98% is to be killed... " Feng can't feel the cold hum: "hum Well, all they can do is record the number of days they have been imprisoned on the wall. "

He went to the wall and leaned on his height. "Without a synopsis of the plot, I can't be sure whether I was playing the role of crazy or someone else Um... It's about the same height. " He put his hand at a height parallel to his head, leaned against the wall, and then made a visual inspection. It should be about one meter eight, "the clothes are my own, the luggage fence..." He then took a look at the game menu. The flashlight in the luggage bar, the scp500, miss MOXXI's bad temper, and the survival value supplement all turned gray and became unable to be taken out Sure enough. " He gave a grumble.

"Well Let me see The guy dragging "me" in CG at the beginning of the film is less than one meter seven, but he can drag a one meter eight adult with one hand. " Feng unconsciously speculated about the strength of boss: "it must be more than the fighting capacity of ordinary people At least in terms of power, it's similar to my level 27 players. If that guy controls the food for these prisoners, let them eat only one meal a day. Then he can suppress all the prisoners here without weapons. "

Feng didn't realize that he went to the door and said, "what kind of people will be responsible for this kind of imprison play Killers, masochists, cannibals, mad scientists... " Combined with the boss's only dialogue at the beginning of the film, Feng unconsciously punched his hand with his fist: "well, scientist."

"What he said Are you telling me? Or are you talking to yourself? " "Or is it not only to me, but also to myself?" Feng said

As he spoke, he grabbed the iron fence of the small window above the iron door and tried to pull and push it a few times. The door just clanged, which was apparently locked.

There are no doorknobs on either side of the iron door. Only the key hole, because there is a small window at the top, you can pull the door without a handle.

Feng unconsciously squats down again and looks into the keyhole, which naturally means nothing

"Get out of the room Ha ha... " Feng unconsciously confirmed the task content in the taskbar: "since it's a script for the advanced stage of the game, and it's a single nightmare, it must be customized for me I don't need to think about breaking through the iron gate with brute force. So, it is to find a way to unlock... "

He took out the pipe tongs. A carpet search started. From the side of the door, gently tap the wall and the ground inch by inch to find out if there is any mechanism or interlayer, even the corner behind the small wooden cabinet and plastic bucket. Leng is to move these two things away and check them carefully.

As a result, nothing was found

So he began to tear the sheets. This sheet is quite thick. But it was not stuffed with rotten cotton or goose feathers, but with rags. It looks like some old clothes have been cut up. There are all kinds of colors and materials.

I can't feel that I didn't find anything from the sheet except the rags, so He put all those rags on the ground, trying to classify

According to color, material, even area Different sorting is done, but the results are meaningless. It seems that there is no rule to follow among these rags. But he didn't give up and tried to finish a puzzle with these colorful strips

After sitting on the ground and playing for half an hour, Feng finally gave up his heart. After an attempt that normal people can't do at all, he came to the conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: This is just a pile of useless rags.

"Ah Waste your life, a pile of rubbish. Even if you weave these rags into ropes, there is no place to hang them in this room. " "How else could the key be hidden?" Feng chuckled He first looked at the small wooden cabinet: "all three drawers of this cabinet are empty." He looked at the blue plastic bucket again: "that bucket At the bottom, there is nearly three inches of shit and urine, and it's not impossible to hide the key... " He swallowed: "the bottom of the barrel is too deep, so it's inconvenient to bend down and drill in. But in case I pour out the contents of the bucket and find nothing, this place... "

If he wants to get rid of the strange ideas, he will come to the small wooden cabinet first. This time he simply took all three drawers out of the cabinet and put them on the ground. Then put the small wooden cabinet on the ground horizontally, reach into it and feel for exploration. Unfortunately, nothing is touched except dust. I beat it carefully, but I didn't find any dark box or other settings.

The three drawers are on the ground side by side, and the plank is a little thick. It's impossible to know that there's a interlayer without inspection. Solving the mystery is once again in a dead end.

"Is it really hidden in shit Too much... " Feng unconsciously turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the house. "What script is it? It's too compelling..."

Suddenly he had another idea: "ah! I pour the contents of the bucket into three drawers, won't it be all over the place The drawers are shallow and easy to find.